As many as you want to throw at her.
When she walked in the door I was as stunned as I was when I saw my friend Heather in the hospital back in July (as I was being wheeled along on the stretcher). I'm not sure I even understood who Red was and why she was in my condo...then she slapped my face a few times and I came back to planet earth.
What an awesome surprise!!!
I was actually starting to get a bit homesick and feeling kinda emotional, so this was the perfect pick me up. Everything was making me teary...messages from family, friends and random people, sappy commercials and the G-man's little brown eyeballs.
And to make things even more fantastical - another of my besties is here!!
I'm sort of scared for the people of this city as we are about to be let loose.
Just what exactly does the NHL have to do with a lung transplant?
Last night I dreamed that I got THE call. THE CALL!
Except there was mucho weirdness. It's all a bit foggy, but I know it involved the NHL. In order to get the new blowers I was required to dress up in hockey gear and recite hockey facts and figures.
Sounds logical though, right?
I may not be a walking hockey encyclopedia, but how about I trade this cow for lungs?